"The robbers turned and fled" (p. 12).
wings in the sunshine, and bees were abroad humming drowsily from flower to flower.
So happy did the friends feel that one of them sang whilst the other played an accompaniment on the ghost of a fiddle:
“Kiddlewinko joss sticks losp,
I sing the lay of the wicked wasp;
“Who—krimee gimbo gingerly kose,
Bit the goblin-barons′ nose,
“But samary sugary pongo sly,
The baron hit him in the eye:
“Rumble jumble rokey tort,
The triumph of that wasp was short.”
